Activity 1. Read the following introductions to the descriptive essays. Point out the thesis and the hook in each one. Which introductions catch the readers’ attention? Why?
1. Zabaykalsky Krai
I have lived in Zabaikalsky Krai all my life. I really love its incomparable nature, transparent rivers, lofty mountains, boundless steppes and fields, and azure sky. If I have to stay away from my native place for a long time, I miss it all the time and frequently feel powerless. Although our region is harsh with cold and long winters and rainless and cool summers, we cannot help adoring our homeland.
2. My Favourite Place
Connection with nature is vital for any person. If you have that unique place where quietude and harmony reign, the grass
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Read through the following paragraphs. Is the object described unambiguously? Which moments should be made clearer? Which information seems irrelevant? Speak on the necessary changes, if any.
1. When I feel tired, I like to walk along the Rivers Ingoda or Chitinka and to watch the running water, rolling over little stones. I listen to the chirping of funny gray birds, playing along the bank. I gaze into a deep and crystal clear water surface, and this view calms me down. I admire stunning high mountains, covered with a rainbow carpet of flowers and grass. Large clouds slowly move over the sky. The bright sun illuminates the river water, making it absolutely transparent. I love to observe swimming fish, study different shapes and colours of seaweed. I feel part of nature.
2. Nothing is dearer to one’s heart than the person’s native land, the place where you feel protected and unconditionally welcomed. If you want to relax after studying or working, you go to your favourite nature spot, chosen from the childhood. The cool river rattles alongside it, rolling small pebbles, the tall trees rustle, and in summer the busy bees hum above the flowers. The heart instantly softens from such spirituality and beauty, and all the problems recede into the background. Having escaped to your own place, you lie down on the soft grass and watch the clouds serenely running across the sky, chewing a blade of grass, dreaming, listening to your favourite
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The most precious photo is that of my grandparents. In the picture the grandfather is sitting on a chair, his hands on his knees. He is wearing a white shirt and a black suit. He has broad shoulders and big strong arms. He worked hard all his life. Grandfather’s hair is dark; he has thick black eyebrows, brown eyes, and large puffy lips. He looks brutal because of a strong-willed chin and wide cheekbones. However, he has kind eyes and a mischievous smile. Looking at the girl in the photo, I always smile. My grandmother is standing near her husband with her hand on his shoulder. She has a conservative, low-key appearance. Her long black dress looks smart. Her hair is tidy. On the photo she is smiling slightly. I have never seen my grandfather; my grandmother died when I was 4 years old. The only thing that I remember is her voice and the warm touch of her hands. I treasure this picture, because it is the only opportunity to look at
Re-read lines 1 – 24, what can you tell about the teacher and the speaker.
The Outsiders Essay – Describe an interesting theme from a text you have studied. Explain why this theme is interesting.
Nature in its tranquility provides a calming sensation away from the buzzing city life. The ability
Do you ever think about your relationship with nature? With all of the technology that we have now, it can be easy to forget how beautiful and fun nature can be. Taking just a few moments to be alone in nature can support mental clarity and uplift your mood. William Wordsworth and John Muir use diction and syntax in I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud and Calypso Borealis to ultimately illustrate their love and appreciation for nature.
“When you sit in your own country, your spirits lift and you are again truly back to the land where things make sense and your life has meaning” – Galarruy Yunupingu.
Leaving one's own country and moving to another is one of the most difficult journeys anyone can make. In one's home country, he or she has a place, an identity that is
Identify the hook in the introduction and highlight it [yellow]. Does the hook draw the reader in to the essay in an engaging way? Make a note if it does not.
a. Is there some section that clearly lets the reader know what subject the composition is about and what the writer’s purpose is? If so, where does this section begin and end? In this section, can you find an answer to the central question that the text has been written in response to, or can you find an indication of the text’s central argument?
Today’s world is characterized by a global environment of rootlessness. Political upheavals, poverty, and opportunity cause populations to shift and move, and people that are citizens of one country to move to another. The resulting disconnect between the traditions of their homeland that they have internalized, experiencing these as “home,” and the new environment that they move to where the culture is vastly different calls into question what “home” really is, and what citizenship means.
2. The paper must start with a short introductory paragraph which includes a clear thesis statement. The thesis statement must tell readers what the essay will demonstrate.
As I sit here, on the hood of my car looking out into the vast field I think to myself, why this place? Out of all the places that mean so much to me, why does this place stand out the most? Everyone has that one spot that is special to him or her for various reasons whether it be a memory, experience, how it makes them feel, etc. For me, my favorite place encompasses all my senses bringing them to an all time high filling me with an overwhelming indescribable feeling. It’s my sanctuary, a safe place, but above all a place to clear my mind and getaway from reality. There aren’t enough captivating words to describe the beauty of this place. In the winter, the vast field covered in a blanket of untouched glimmering snow surrounded by bare
When the sun slowly peeps over the range of mountains, birds shake the morning dew off their feathers and give a cheerful song that would lift even the most sorrowful of spirits. A light fog wraps around the mountain range, reaching to touch every bit of life thriving there. The slight chill in the air is enough to give a gentle shiver, but not enough for the need of a jacket. A breeze tickles the trees, making their leaves shake and sway with laughter. Sunlight seeps in past the thick canopy of branches with hopes of being able to reach the damp mountain earth. The mountains are the best place to live to be relaxed, see the most beauty, and never get bored.
A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit.